With a simple gesture, bringing the tips of his fingers up to cup Karla’s chin, Warren silenced her. With a sentence, he disarmed her.
‘Yeah, you did.’
Warren bowed his head, and stunned, insensible, Karla closed her eyes and let him press his lips to hers, his hand now cupped at the side of her face. A frozen moment passed, Karla’s brain short-circuited, neurons crackling with unnameable energy as the man’s unfamiliar tongue slipped into her unresisting mouth. He tasted of wine and mint, the sensations of his kiss entering her perceptions gradually, like ice melting through her brain, spreading bracing awareness wherever it went. Karla felt her arms raising, her hands going to his hips, his back, his body, lingering there, exploring despite her better intentions. Every frustration and secret yearning Karla had ever had welled up all at once, collecting in a focal point around that kiss, and under all of that, her morality could not stand.
One strong, wanting man would have been enough, but she and Warren had never been alone here; as she kissed the man in front of her, Karla felt Reggie’s hands slip around her from behind, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of her neck. Karla shuddered, her body rocked between the two men, the center of their sensual attentions, canvas for their questing hands and mouths. There was nothing else she could even think of doing.
‘We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do,’ Warren murmured into Karla’s mouth, as Reggie’s teeth nipped and made her mewl in response. ‘You’re in charge here, we’re just out to show you a good time.’
And that was it. The last, lingering remnants of Karla’s apprehension disintegrated all at once; the difference between these men and her husband was simply too great. They were here to show her a good time… and Karla couldn’t remember the last one of those she had even had. It wasn’t a matter of cheating, not necessarily, just of taking an opportunity that was in front of her, to regain something she had been too long without, something she needed to the roots of her being. Right now, Warren and Reggie were like water in a desert; rejecting them when there was nothing else waiting for her would have been a profoundly bad choice.
‘I want that,’ Karla said, finding her voice after more than one attempt. There was a strength there, a resolve that hadn’t been there before. ‘Let’s have a good time, gentlemen. Show me.’
The two men shared a smile, lopsided and toothy, before they returned their attentions to Karla. New purpose had entered them, guiding their actions, their hands, with more fervent sexuality than before; from behind, Reggie reached up to cup Karla’s breasts, while Warren’s fingers ventured down, tracing lines into the insides of her thighs. Karla opened to them like a flower in bloom, so hot and pliable under their collective touch, drawing in a sharp breath at the newer, more intimate sensations now in play. The man before her was so gentle and skilled, slipping under the hem of her dress to graze his fingertips over Karla’s bare skin, drawing shivers wherever he went. By contrast, Reggie was all purposefully applied force, squeezing her breasts with a possessive edge to him that she couldn’t have imagined from the softly spoken man even moments prior. His teeth scraped and nipped red lines down her neck, across her shoulders, pulling her dress away as though it were offensive to him, something to be peeled off and then forgotten.
Perhaps it was, Karla thought.
The sliding of fabric against her skin tightened Karla’s muscles like nothing else, making her tense as more of her was bared, in this strange room, this strange building with the sounds of pleasure still echoing off of the walls beyond. She hadn’t been naked in front of a man who wasn’t married to her in years, had no idea how she would be received, but Warren and Reggie weren’t to be denied, their desire driving them to strip her quickly, and it was this that stilled Karla’s resistance. She let Reggie pull down the zipper at her back, and Warren to hook his fingers into the front of her dress and begin to pull down, noting with amusement the cooperation displayed between them, when there was a naked woman as the prize.
She even swayed her hips as the two of them pulled down, dragging the dress off of her with a sense of deep impatience, easing the journey of the fabric down her body and onto the floor, where she stepped out of it and allowed the men to look upon her in just her underwear, bracing for the worse with bone-deep pessimism.
‘You are beautiful,’ Warren growled, and Karla realized that she had closed her eyes, hiding from their reactions. She opened them then, looked up at the raw hunger in his eyes as he looked down her body, the way he reached toward her, so quickly, and worked to undo her bra, enraptured in her nakedness. A shiver raced down Karla’s spine as the undergarment fell away; William had never wanted her so rapidly, and so easily. She barely even noticed Reggie doing the same to her panties…
… But she definitely noticed what he began doing the moment her pussy was bared.
The transition was so seamless, a fluid movement from wearing panties to being divested of them and fingered in the same second, skilled digits finding Karla’s clit effortlessly. She gasped, and leaned herself back into Reggie’s embrace, bringing one hand up to his neck as his head bent, lips returning to her neck and adding one more sensation to the mix. Without skipping a beat, Warren stepped forward into the space Karla had vacated, taking to her breasts with gusto; capturing one of her nipples between his teeth, Warren flicked his tongue over Karla’s sensitive pink nub, again and again, faster and faster, in a whirlwind of pleasure, so much and so fast that Karla could barely concentrate on any one part of it.
The three of them quickly graduated to the bed, moving in a by turns awkward and sexy tangle of limbs and moaning across the floor of the suite, until Karla was allowed to collapse onto the mattress, pursued down by the two men that worshiped her. Warren remained up beside her, caressing and kissing Karla, while Reggie drifted down between her legs, spreading her thighs as he knelt beside the bed. Keeping constant eye contact with her, he bent his head and blew a single, hot breath across the sopping folds of Karla’s pussy, making her shiver and writhe with need. She knew what was coming next, and raised her hips to meet it.
Even so, when Reggie’s tongue ran the length of her pussy, the tip slipping between her folds to taste her arousal, Karla tipped her head back and whimpered, entirely unprepared for the intensity of sensation in her over-sensitive clit. Warren descended upon her mouth, his tongue forcing its way inside, at precisely that moment, swallowing Karla’s moans; the two men seemed to be colluding, cooperating to bring her pleasure, but Karla pulled him away, shaking her head. She had her own ideas on what would make her feel good, after all: the passion of her youth had come with power, not merely passivity.
‘I want you in my mouth,’ she panted, thighs clenching around Reggie’s neck as her eyes flicked down to Warren’s groin. She didn’t need to ask twice, and as Karla writhed on the end of Reggie’s tongue, the other man undid his belt and fly, pulling his already-hard cock out into the open air. Wide-eyed, Karla stammered, ‘oh, holy hell. Jennifer wasn’t exaggerating, then…’
‘I’ll take that as a compliment,’ Warren grinned, before winding his fingers through Karla’s hair and guiding her head down toward his erection. A moment of trepidation passed quickly- would she even be able to fit that monster in her mouth?- and Karla stretched her lips to fit around the tip of Warren’s dick, suckling tightly. Simultaneously, the two of them paused to shiver with pleasure, Karla’s tongue working over the head of Warren’s cock just as Reggie’s tongue touched to the hood of Karla’s clit, their mutual sensation running over them for a moment. Karla quickly found her way back to her work, however, slowly sliding more of Warren’s throbbing length into her mouth.
Her limitations prevented her from taking as much as she wanted, Karla’s lack of experience with deep throating causing her to choke when she tried. Ambition was a wonderful thing, but it didn’t prevent a gag reflex, and so she restricted herself to Warren’s thick head and as much of his shaft as she could fit, pressing her tongue hard into the sensi
tive space below his tip and feeling Warren tense in response. The edges of Karla’s mouth turned up, as close to a smile as she could get with her lips stretched around the man, and that became her focus, playing with tongue and teeth and lips at that particularly reactive place on him. His pleasure was visible and vibrant and obvious, and Karla soaked it in as though it were a revelation.
While that was going on, Reggie worked between her legs, his mouth playing unfamiliar rhythms against her pussy and stoking his own particular brand of pleasure there. Karla’s hips rolled against his touch, undulating against his face in time with the licking and nibbling of his perverse work. She moaned, the sound formless and thrumming around Warren’s cock, vibrations traveling up his shaft in a way that he visibly found enjoyable; the freedom of it wrapped around Karla’s mind, made groaning around the man’s erection all she wanted to do. Obliging her desires only caused Warren to encourage her further, his fingers running through her hair, holding her head more firmly to his length, the muscles in his thighs tensing openly.
This wasn’t like it normally was. This wasn’t usual sex for Karla. Warren and Reggie communicated, without words, but with a clarity and honesty that hadn’t been found in William for years now. Karla could act, and experiment, and when she did the two men would react, a sexual conversation carried between them via actions and the shivering, heated sounds of sex. Sensation swirled through Karla’s hips, stoked higher and higher by Reggie’s skilled tongue, and she allowed a hand to trail down her body and into his hair, fingers sliding through the curls to be found there. There was a fire in his eyes, as he looked up at her, that Karla could occasionally see around the thrusting of Warren’s hips.
Without needing to be said, she could tell that he wanted more, that there was a limit to the length of time he would be willing to kneel there, focused on Karla’s pleasure without taking some of his own. Charging her gaze with meaning, Karla hoped to transmit back: do it, Reggie… Take me…
All of a sudden, there was a flurry of movement. Warren’s dick slipped from her mouth with an audible pop as Karla rose from the mattress, lifted bodily into the air, borne aloft by strong arms; first two, then four, as Warren took Reggie’s lead and joined in pulling the woman into a new position. Karla whooped in delight as she oriented herself to her new position, held upright by Warren as Reggie slid beneath her and worked at his belt, undoing his pants and bringing his cock- already hard and throbbing- out into the open.
Karla licked her lips. Reggie didn’t quite have Warren’s girth, but what he did have was still more than generous, a challenge for her little body to take.
At Reggie’s encouragement, she slipped one leg over the man’s hips, straddling him while facing away from him, her pale, bare back and ass offering him an enticing view as Karla lowered herself down. She reached back, grasped Reggie’s throbbing member about the base, and positioned it below her sopping hole, lowering herself slowly down onto it. It split her, and Karla grunted at the thickness of it, but persisted in pushing it further inside her, the gradual motion eventually bringing her down to the base of him. She stilled for a moment, panting with need and adjusting to the fullness she felt, as Reggie’s hands went to her hips.
‘Having a good time yet?’ His voice was a low, sensuous rasp, a sound that hitched when Karla shifted her hips and, thus, his shaft inside her. All she could do was nod in response, in fervent agreement; the mere fact that he had asked at all, instead of remaining wrapped up in his own head, his own incipient orgasm, had made it a good time already. Karla rolled her hips, only just barely registering that Warren was now standing on the mattress beside her, towering overhead with that beautiful dick of his right in front of her face.
Looking up at it, she responded to it in an almost instinctual way, opening her mouth and taking Warren back into it, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. At that moment, in that room, for that night, that was what Karla’s mouth was for.
Karla had completed a kind of sexual circuit, and with both men nestled inside her, their threesome began in earnest. Reggie’s strong body moved against hers, causing Karla to bob up and down to the rhythm of his fucking, his cock plunging into her with discomfort at first, yielding to sheer ecstasy as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. With her legs spread wide and her body made pliable by the strength of the men having their way with her, Karla found her part to play with ease, pressing down onto Reggie whenever he pulled back down onto the bed, and taking Warren’s length deeper into her mouth at the crest of every deep thrust into her pussy. In this way pleasure would flow through them, from one end to the other and back again, beginning in Reggie and ending in Warren before doubling back.
And Karla, the conduit of it all, trembled and fucked freely in the midst of it all.
She bounced between the two men, sweat quickly sheening her body with the exertion of sex, the first time that lovemaking had pushed her this far in some time. At every moment there were a thousand different things for Karla to absorb- the heft of Reggie’s palm at her hips, the light tug of Warren’s fingers in her hair, the way his cock pulsed on her tongue- and each one of them was new, and different, and enjoyable. William drifted from Karla’s mind, her every concern and doubt melting away under a tide of pure pleasure, stoked with expert movements by men that were, effectively, night to William’s day. Big men, strong men, with new hands and new chests and new voices that made new sounds when she pushed them deep inside of her. Karla committed as much of them as possible to memory, new fodder for the store of experiences she could call upon when lonely and in need of some relief.
When Karla came, it was with a tensing, shuddering spasm that tightened every muscle in her body and stilled the men’s attempts at fucking her as climax gripped her like a fist. Her thighs clung to Reggie’s hips, so tightly that he could no longer thrust into her, but that his cock stayed buried as deep in her as he could go, Karla’s pussy clenching around his shaft. Trying her best to keep her teeth away from Warren’s shaft, Karla nevertheless bit down lightly, just enough to keep the man stilled in her mouth, his cock penetrating as close to the back of her throat as she could get him; the feeling of orgasming with her mouth full of dick was so deliciously perverse, Karla fought to retain it. Unthinkingly, her hands swept up, gliding along her chest, pinching at her nipples as pleasure climbed her spine and fire roiled between her legs.
‘Hey, uh, we should switch,’ Reggie’s voice trembled, as Karla came down from the peak of ecstasy atop him. ‘I’m awfully, well, close.’
Karla squeaked as the man moved beneath her, his tall body like a flesh landslide as he tipped her off of him, prompting her to roll over onto the bed beside him, her thighs sticky with her own arousal. Warren was atop her in seconds as Reggie repositioned himself, kissing a trail of heat across her bare collarbone, the fabric of his shirt scraping against Karla’s nipples. It occurred to her directly for the first time that she was the only one naked in the room, and that both the men had remained clothed; the vulnerability of it sent a naughty thrill down Karla’s spine.
‘Do you trust us, Karla?’ Warren murmured, his lips momentarily against the base of Karla’s neck, kissing into the hollow of her throat. He and Reggie exchanged a significant look.
‘I…’ Karla stopped, shivered, writhed beneath Warren as his lips clasped themselves to one of her nipples, tongue swirling over that sensitive bundle of nerves. She gasped, ‘I do!’
‘Good…’ Warren growled, his voice a dark, fervent thing, laden with want for the woman in his grasp. His muscles rippled as he moved, seating himself leaning upright against the wall, his legs splayed wide across the mattress. His pants had stayed open, that thick, imposing cock standing proud and dripping with Karla’s saliva. ‘Climb on, girl…’
There was a harmonic in his voice, a deep sexual thrum that was impossible to resist. Karla crawled up after him, soft body swaying, She thanked Reggie in the back of her mind, as she eyed the big dick she now faced, for the stretchi
ng she had received in riding him, preparing her for what was to come. Even so, Warren was imposing for a number of reasons, physical girth being only the most obvious of them; here was a man that her friend Jennifer had already slept with, after all, and a man that she no doubt intended to sleep with again after this, too. Doing what she was about to do would require a level of flexibility as to what Karla considered a lover… but then, so much of tonight seemed purpose built to force her to re-evaluate her preconceived notions of sex.
The new definitions were so very enticing, too…
Warren’s breath caught in his throat as Karla slid down onto his tip, biting her lip at this new thickness as it slipped into her. For a moment there was just the two of them, the rest of the world melting away and leaving only the journey of her pussy, taking his cock inch by inch, muscles tense and fluttering in her hips. There was fullness, and the warmth of his body against hers. Warren’s eyes locked with Karla’s, that special connection between two partners holding them together in a frozen instant of understanding, pleasure their mutual goal.
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